
by Gerard Cosloy
Lite-mania is everywhere, Lite fries,
Lite beers, etc. We're not here to celebrate lite, but rather
to bury it, 'cause IT'S COSTING US MONEY. Chris and I
sit down w/ our close personal friends Sumner and Edgar and
Suge and they all wanna know, "how come you guys don't have
any hits?" Excuse me? No hits? You haven't rocked to "The
Sweater Song"? Felt the surge of empowerment with "You Oughta
Know?" Me neither. Nearly every important development in pop
music '96 is a blatant ripoff from the Matador roster. Appropriation
might be a time honored tradition (see: example),
but not when it affects our bottom line. We don't have children,
but if we did, these motherfuckers would be taking food out
of their mouths! Imitation
is not the sincerest form of flattery, not when compared to
bags of money or oral sex (more on this later).
Pavement 
Weezer. Just look at 'em. On second thought, don't
look, just keep shooting and maybe you'll get their fans,
friends and handlers, too.
Sammy. If Rebecca Odes has left this band, congratulate
her on the great career move. If not, shoot her.
Liz Phair 
Alanis Morrisette. She'll go down on you in a theatre,
but can she make it turn blue? Who fucking knows, the song
was written by the guitar tech for Night Ranger.
Heather Nova. Proof positive that Abbo has lost
his mind. Physical resemblance aside, how low can you go
when your (only) hit repeats the phrase "I want to come"
ad infinitum? Not only do we want money from this one, but
Sheryl Crow's manager is on the phone, it seems someone
has stolen her head.
Guided By Voices 
MECCA NORMAL 
Roxette. Woman sings, guy plays guitar, what else do
you need to know?
UNSANE 
Korn, also known as "Korn with a K." Just imagine a
band that sounds exactly like the Unsane if they really sucked.
TOILING MIDGETS 
BLUES EXPLOSION 
Canned Heat, via time machine (Jesper thought of this
one, I don't know what he's talking about).
MARCE HALL 
Jamie Walters. Everytime I visit the office late at
night I unlock the door, flip on the lite and try to figure
out why Marce is standing
atop the xerox machine at 3 am. Then I figure out that
it's really a life-size cutout of Jamie Walters, but it takes
a while.
FROGS 
Anyhow, rather than becoming all bitter and wrecked over this,
we've decided if we can't beat 'em, join 'em (many business
decisions at Matador are made this way). We're establishing
the new spinoff label Matador Lite, an imprint designed to effectively
promote and market artists who are merely watered down versions
of those we've already signed.
Think you sound and look just like Jon Spencer, only without
an original idea of your own? Send us your tape! Any trios
want to try and out Yo La the real Yo La? Send us your long-form
video! Have you got the charisma and breath of Mark E. Smith?
Then never mind, we already
did that once...but seriously, this is your big chance
at (fleeting) fame & fortune. Winners will get mentioned
several times in the Hits "Wheels & Deals" column
and will receive a big luncheon at the Time Cafe with Franklin
Bruno's lawer (if he's in town). We're counting on you to
make this work and replenish our coffers 'cause many of our
big name artists are about to break up or leave for Geffen.
Send DATS, CD's, VHS tapes and photos to:
MATADOR LITE
625 Broadway, 12th Fl, NYC 10012
Attn: R. Felder
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